stellar beauty Quotes

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.

The sight of stars makes me dream.

When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.

The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars

... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.

The stars are the jewels of the night, and perchance surpass anything which day has to show. A companion with whom I was sailing one very windy but bright moonlight night, when the stars were few and faint, thought that a man could get along with them,-though he was considerably reduced in his circumstances,-that they were a kind of bread and cheese that never failed.

It is written on the arched sky; it looks out from every star. It is the poetry of Nature; it is that which uplifts the spirit within us.

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

The stars are the jewels of the night, and perchance surpass anything which day has to show.

There is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing.

Surely the stars are images of love.

The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.

There are few things that have filled me with such breathless awe as flying in the black of night across oceans and continents and looking out my cockpit window upon the infinite glory of millions of stars.

I've always been in love with the stars and view the cosmos as the ultimate adventure.

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

Just above our terror, the stars painted this story in perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too often abused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy.

He stared up at the stars, and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity. He imagined he could see the very faces of the stars; pale, they were, and smiling gently, as if they had spent so much time above the world, watching the scrambling and the joy and the pain of the people below them, that they could not help being amused every time another little human believed itself the center of its world, as each of us does.